Tom told his dog called Tim to beg, And up at once he sat, His two clear amber eyes fixed fast, His haunches on his mat.Tom poised a lump of sugar on His nose; then, "Trust!" says he; Stiff as a guardsman sat his Tim; Never a hair stirred he.

"Paid for!" says Tom; and in a trice Up jerked that moist black nose; A snap of teeth, a crunch, a munch, And down the sugar goes!